"Is the chest easy to find?"
No answer.
"Is it covered up?"
"Or underground?"
"Or made to look like something else?"
Each man contributed a question; none elicited a word; no more did their boots; it was no use kicking him.
There was a long pause. Then Bill said:
"You've lost your hat. You need another. Here you are."
He had blundered to his feet, stepped aside out of the ring of light, and spun a wide-awake into Engelhardt's lap. He started. It was adorned with a blue silk fly-veil.
"Recognize it?"